"aphrodisia" poems
juxtaposed in dreams alone
untouched by wanton ways
stirring in my thoughts
torridly awaiting your commands
intimate conversations
never disappoint an eager heart
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Tequila
Tears
And art
Passion flowers
ignite
Fierce surrender
Holding on tight
Taking hold of the darkening night
Turning Twisting
On a friend's vacant bed
Igniting
Finding
Kalidiscope colors
Exploding into sound
Peaceful sleep
Entangled in arms sweet embrace
Memorable nights
in life
in memory
are played out
more than twice
Revisited
from time to time
through out one's life.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face
Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame
Omnifarious passions are surfacing
The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time
Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep
Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels and strip clubs
Aging with the grains of pebble stones
Aphrodisia is a tourist
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
Was an aperitif to an aphorism,
An architect of aphrodisia,
An apiary of my ever-buzzing thought.
She slipped into me streamline: Maraschinos
Into a Manhattan. Oh strike of sugar,
Stain the bitterest days a red no chemical dispels.
She was a cryptic gallipot
Shelved in an apothecary
At the Caelian's base.
Her shape was incense wisps, her touch
A song sung in 1940s noir, her locking gaze
Eros himself.
Alliteration ran thick through the blood.
The paintings? Like Debussy composed.
Nothing in the universe could’ve imposed
Anything on her!— Quit it, you idiot...
The admiration, the visions that adorn her:
Subjectively supernatural—
Maybe she’s just a girl, the way that you're a boy—
No air of denigration.
She was intricate, but altogether simple.
I encountered her in stifled confessions.
It was not the beauty of her face, the body
That held her mind and laughter, not the dazed sting
In my hand as it cupped in hers—
It was her autotelism and her hope.
And now her imaginings hang,
Framed in my house; little landscapes of the heart she left;
Retreats that prove I’ve loved and been loved.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Aristotle’s arrhythmic articulations
Appeared too apologetic for Aphrodite's amusements
Aroused by antisocial media’s alacritous abundance
Amidst arteriosclerosis and amphibiously obeisant Ophiuchus
Asclepius' ascendance was almost an abortion
Arrested by Apollo’s amorous attempts at aphrodisia
Ambidextrous Artemis’ androgynous appointments
Awakened ancient antipathies accentuating allopathic artifacts
Altercations arose among ambitious acolytes and Athena’s anorexic acidoses
Awkward Adonis actively agonized by alarming aneurysms
Allowed Antigone’s ambivalent armistice an aperture of acceptance
Appointing an ambiguously appealing additive to the Argonauts
An anaerobic Acropolis arose amidst ********** asphyxiations
As Amazonian armpit hair advocates approved artificial insemination
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
feeling like I wanna fight you
shaking because I wanna bite you
wondering just how to invite you
into my private domain
radiating aphrodisia
developing synesthesia
for the natural taste of euphoria
that's stuck to my fingertips
breathing heavily
fondling steadily
reckless intensity
all to a sweet melody
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Sensually and slowly,
soft lips kiss pointed hips,
in a perfect harmony of sweet thunderous bliss.
Heavy breathing pans the walls,
sweaty legs and sweaty palms
Trembling spines of arched backs,
Toes curled while lungs retract,
With ever so much passion,
Going through new motions in a gentle fashion.
Feeling takes over,
blood rushes to the head.
bodies clad in dew,
Cheeks flushed in bright red.
Rocking in a perfect motion,
Gasping for air at every chance,
Ending in lavish explosion
This is the lover's dance.
Necks kinked back,
Warmth beginning at the toes,
Heat and passion heightened
Bodies bare and raw -- exposed.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
Visions of wildfire fill the room as bodies mold into one another..
Heat seeks the beings of the surrounding..
Slight intentions of sweat fall, dripping off the intention and capabilities of what's next..
Rhythmatic vibes intertwine making us one..
Barely knowing from whence you came..
It's nothing more than you this moment seems to crave..
Crazed within my essentialized demeanor..
Not even Vegas could headline the escapade deemed 2 gamble with his every chance at lady luck..
Dancing within winds of a harlots dream..
Loving more than what the moment leaves..
Surpassed within a present that creeps back into reality..
Awake..
Placing lost pieces of a puzzle onto a map with no "X" spot..
Senseless to the coldness of alone..
In fear of a love that urns to grow...
Traveling within closed eyes not attempting to mesh the fairytale and reality into its own..
Within the embodied presence his rapture reigns over the passion that bleeds seamlessly from my aura pentrating his soul...
Taking and receiving life as a whole..
Hungry to allow his ownership to suggest and define all meaning as ****** reaches its desired aim within seeking,
Believing in his queen still it is within me to urn for more than whats being given..
Where passion meets the aphrodisia of desire to transpire the truism of love..
Now. Then & Forever.
Alpha.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
With the fresh breath of passion, you bless my skin.
Lips like embers glowing, moving,
to places I don't want anyone to see.
Fingernails leave trails down our backs
with the purpose of drawing honey blood
to the surface to mix with the sweat.
Is it me that makes those eyes come alive?
Whisper a secret, in my ear, what you want of me.
Tease so much it aches in my bones;
trace burning masterpiece bruises.
You meet my melody with your own reserved harmony
that I love to feel on my neck and tendons.
We are sultry savages in the face of lust.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 1:51 AM UTC
At dusk, the beast prowls,
unbidden, through my bedroom
with a ravenous appetite.
Famished, he devours me
and drowns in my gore.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
Breathing like pages of an open book
Exploding like fireworks painting the night of the 4th of July
Living every moment as death might kiss me in the next
Rearranging the colors of the rainbow
To reveal the secret shades
And hues of aphrodisia
Painting the moon in unknown
Tints and washes
To unfold the lost tales of
The melancholy of the night
Burning the heart of the sun to squeeze out
The purest white torrid dancing flame
Forging blood and heart
To endless pulsing fire
Forever swimming in
The intoxicating blaze
Of the rapture
Swirling in the stars and sea
Of you infinite ocean
Eyes of Vincent blue
And every part of
Perfect love
And you
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
*Woven within your
embodiment
of tenderness.
I swim slowly
in the waters
of your aphrodisia.
And after I slumbered
on the beach of
your clasping arms.
Sleeping on the waves
of your beating heart
I find peace, within you.*
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC